Faith's eyes narrowed suspiciously as the Slayer crossed her arms over her chest, still looking at the powerful redheaded witch. "Oops? Willow, there is a strange man holding something that looks suspiciously like a magic wand in his hand lying in the middle of the floor, and all you can say is 'oops'?"
"I also said 'um.' Not that it matters," Willow put in quickly as she saw the look on Faith's face. Turning her attention back to the unconscious man, the redhead raised up to her knees and scooted across the floor to where the man lay, frowning at him curiously for a moment before turning to look at the brunette. "Well, he's alive, at least."
"Is this surprising? Are we supposed to have a dead man in the middle of the room?" the Slayer wanted to know, and then she frowned again. "Are we supposed to have a *man* in the middle of the room? Because I'm kind of confused here."
Willow scrunched up her nose as she returned her attention to the man. "That makes two of us," she muttered, studying the unconscious individual on the floor. He was pale and gaunt, looking as though he wasn't always properly fed, and his messy hair was long and black. He appeared fairly young, maybe in his early to mid-thirties, but she really wasn't an expert on guessing a person's age.
"Yeah, and when he wakes up, it'll make three of us that are confused, I'm willing to bet," Faith replied, her Slayer senses having allowed her to hear the other woman's words, and Willow frowned slightly as Faith moved forward to join her. The brunette studied the man intently for a long moment, then leaned down and carefully removed the wand from the man's hand. She shrugged when Willow looked over at her.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but this appears to be a magic wand. Which means that it's entirely possible that this guy isn't exactly unfamiliar with magic. Now, think about this: if you were to wake up somewhere, some place completely unfamiliar to you, surrounded by people that you've never seen before, wouldn't you magic first, then ask questions later?" the Slayer wanted to know, and Willow furrowed her brow for a moment, then shrugged.
"I guess. Although, you know, the two of us aren't exacting too intimidating. Maybe he'd just talk to us."
"And maybe he'd perform some nasty spell that would let him do whatever he wants to us," Faith tossed back, noting Willow's look of something like disbelief when she said the words. The Slayer shrugged. "What? I have guy issues. You should know that by now."
"Not all guys are evil, Faith."
"Well, in my experience, they aren't all that great, either. And you know I'm right. You haven't exactly had the greatest experiences with guys, either. And neither has Buffy," the brunette reminded the redhead, and Willow shrugged before turning her attention back to the man laying in front of her.
"What do we do with him?"
"Chain him up 'til he wakes up?" Faith suggested, then shrugged at the glare her words received. "We don't know who he is, where he came from, or what he's going to do when he gets all up and at 'em," she reminded the other woman, then gave Willow a suspicious look. "You know, Red, you never did tell me exactly how this happened. I thought you were a total bad-ass witch now, especially after the shit you pulled in Sunnydale."
Willow scowled, though she wasn't angry at the brunette's words. The truth was, she'd been thinking something close to the same thing herself, though she usually used less swearing than Faith did. In all honesty, it had been a pretty long time since one of her spells went all kerplooey. The most recent one she could remember was when she'd erased everyone's memory, but that had been more of a case of a spell working to well than one not working at all.
"Will?" Faith prompted, drawing the redhead's attention away from the memory spell and back to the present, and the redhead shrugged.
"I'm not sure what happened, exactly. I was... Well, obviously I was doing a spell," the witch said, tugging her hair back behind her ear as she spoke.
"Kind of goes without saying-"
"Yeah, well, I'm saying. Anyway, I was... You weren't here early enough to remember Jenny," Willow said with a sigh, turning to look at the brunette. "You've heard of her, though, right."
"Yeah. Xander told me. She was the gypsy lady that Giles liked. The one Angelus killed."
"Right. She... I wanted to talk to her, and since I've got all this power now... I thought maybe I could, you know, pierce the veil between the worlds and all of that."
"Bring her back?"
"No, not... Just communicate with her, you know?" Willow said with a frown, then looked over at the unconscious man. "Obviously, it didn't work."
"Well, I did the spell, and everything seemed okay, you know? I totally felt like it was working and everything. And then, there was like this tear, right in the middle of the air. Not really a portal or anything, but a rip, and then... He came out of it," Willow said, gesturing to the man, and Faith frowned, stepping closer to the guy.
"So, he's, like... From the other place? Wherever that is?"
"I... I don't know... But he's alive, and..." Willow paused, reaching out to poke at the man. "And he's solid. So... I don't know. I don't know what I did."
"Maybe he came from another dimension and not, you know, where dead people live. Or, you know... Don't live," Faith said with a frown, her mind still processing the information. "I mean, we know there are other dimensions, right? Fred spent five years in one, Lorne came from another dimension... And when B went to hell, that was basically like another dimension."
"And when she died, before I brought her back, she was in another dimension of sorts, too. Or, her spirit was," Willow said soberly, and Faith didn't comment on that. It wasn't often that anyone mentioned Buffy's time in what they all suspected was heaven, or at least something like it. Wanting to change the suddenly somber mood, Faith looked down at the man again, an interested look on her face.
"So, who's going to break the news to Giles on this one?"